Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from St Kitts & Nevis and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Lakeside to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Scion. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Peter and Kerry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hardrive,
X-102,
Cymande,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Technova,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oneida,
Quantec,
Wings,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pussy Galore,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bad Manners,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Panda Bear,
Magazine,
Electric Prunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yellowson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Slits,
The Angels of Light,
the Soft Cell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sixth Finger,
Ituana,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radio Birdman,
U.S. Maple,
The Divine Comedy,
One Last Wish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Sherman,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang of Four,
Pagans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Y Pants,
Grandmaster Flash,
Half Japanese,
Deadbeat,
Hasil Adkins,
Shuggie Otis,
JFA,
Talk Talk,
Dual Sessions,
Sandy B,
Bauhaus,
Robert Wyatt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mantronix,
Rod Modell,
the Human League,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.